Julie Moore looked around the Argon Gallery on 52nd Street in New York City and realized that if she was accepted by this gallery, if in fact her next one woman show was to be presented there… she would be made in the art scene. All the greats of the new movement were represented in this gallery, Larry Rutherford, Andrew Wylan, Georgia Morris, just to name a few and she Julie Moore hoped to join their ranks.
She caught sight of herself in a long baroque mirror on the far wall of the main gallery, not bad, not bad she mused to herself as she took in her tall lithe figure, her shapely legs extending from her mini skirt, her large firm breasts amply displayed in her stretch knit top. She was glad that she had worn her long blonde hair down, she flailed it around a little the way her model friend Carole did when she was goofing around in her studio, and flashed her mischievous green eyes at herself. She had heard that Philip Randolph was quite susceptible to women and she intended to pull a little at his heart strings… not that she wanted more than that, she was too loyal to her husband Randy… still she didn't mind a little flirtation here and there, it was good for the Soul! Besides, of late she had seen so little of Randy that she needed a little flirtation to stop her from getting too horny.
She had noticed consistently that when she was preparing for a new show she needed all the male energy she could get, it was almost as if she fed upon it during those times and with Randy around she had been lacking in that direction. Not that David, her beloved, faithful fellow artist, didn't give her a lot of love, it just was different. They had known each other for so long she just couldn't imagine being his lover, although before she had met her husband Randy they had had a mad affair but it hadn't lasted for too long.
"Mrs. Moore, Mr. Randolph will see you now," the receptionist at the desk purred.
Julie allowed herself to be led into a sumptuous office, full of antiques and oriental carpets and lots of plants. Umm… she thought to herself, this man has taste, that's for sure. She gasped to herself as she looked around the walls of his office at the dearth of famous artists represented… hope I'll be there one day she thought strongly to herself.
"Mrs. Moore, good to see you," Philip Randolph beamed from behind his desk. "Ever since Larry's party I've been longing to chat with you. You know Larry is nuts about your work, he thinks that you are the best thing since him!"
Julie smiled shyly, she wasn't used to such compliments from such famous artists, still she liked it. It was true, the famous Larry Rutherford had been the one who had prompted her to move to New York City. The West Coast is alright, he had told her when he had seen her work in San Francisco but if you really want to make the art scene, you've got to move to New York… it's the only place. I promise you if you come to the city I'll do whatever I can in my power to help you.
"Mrs. Moore," she heard Philip Randolph talking to her again, "tell me a little about yourself, where did you grow up, what kind of art training did you have, where do you derive your inspiration from… in short my dear everything about you."
For the next half hour Julie expounded upon her life, her work, her marriage to Randy, her source of inspiration and Philip Randolph listened attentively. If Julie could at that moment have read the Gallery owner's mind she probably would have left the building… but then again she might not have done, she was a very ambitious and determined young woman. Philip Randolph was studying Julie, he liked what he saw, he was extremely fond of women, especially beautiful women and Julie was certainly a luscious piece of femininity. He caught his breath inwardly everytime she crossed and uncrossed her legs wondering if she realized that when she did so he could see clearly up to her flimsy panties, he almost thought one time that he caught sight of her darling little pussy, he could see blonde pussy hairs for sure curling around the black panties and the rest he could well imagine. Her breasts too were large and firm and he could see that she wasn't wearing any kind of brassiere, her nipples would at various times harden and press again her tight sweater and Philip Randolph at one point thought he would go out of his mind with desire. However, he knew that he had to play his cards correctly and anyway he didn't have to worry, he had the ace up his sleeve.
"Well Julie, that's fascinating," he smiled now as the young woman finished her story, "yes Al Cortini told me a little about you."
"Al Cortini," Julie caught her breath sharply at the mention of the gallery owner who had given her her first big show in San Francisco… and lots more besides that!
"Yes, why are you so surprised Julie, all we big art dealers in the country know each other, some of us quite intimately. Al and I have been friends for years, we've shared quite a few things in our time… do you know what I mean Julie?"
"I'm not sure Mr. Randolph," Julie said slowly knowing now full well what he was aiming at. Oh curse, thought the young artist to herself, I thought that would be the last time I'd have to fuck a gallery owner to get my work exhibited… Damn! Why does life catch up with you.
"I think you do Julie. Let's put it this way, you go home, think about it. If you want to give me what I want then I'll give you a one woman show and believe me Julie, you'll be made here in New York City after that, there'll be no need of favors after that for you my dear, believe me… but… for your first show, you'll have to give a little something more than your art work. Call me tomorrow."
Julie realized that her interview was over, she was stunned. It was true a show had been offered her but the terms were a little steep, she would have to think about it… she would have to think about it a lot!
Julie Moore let herself into the studio she had newly rented on West 11th Street with her husband Randy. The first thing she did was to pour herself a stiff brandy and sit down in her comfortable chair to think things over. Her head had been reeling all the way downtown from the gallery… Al Cortini had actually told Philip Randolph of his triumph over her… what a bastard and he had promised not to ever tell anyone. Obviously she had been a fool to trust him.
She remembered now the first time she had taken her artwork to his gallery, it had been 5:00 p.m. almost closing time and by the end of her interview she had realized that she was now alone in the gallery with Al Cortini. Somehow or other, she recalled now, she had known something was going to happen. She shuddered a little as she thought of his thick paunchy Italian body, his balding head and his watery, slightly bloodshot brown eyes. He wasn't exactly God's gift to women, she remembered. She didn't drink much then but she had accepted a scotch and soda and then another and she recalled now how before she knew what was happening she was sitting on his couch and he was fondling her breasts.
"Please Mr. Cortini," she protested in an anguished voice noticing for the first time the obvious bulge in his pants… yes that was how it had all begun… she leaned back now in her chair in her studio on West 11th Street and fully allowed herself to disappear into the memory of that fateful evening.
"Come off it baby," Al Cortini sneered, "don't tell me you didn't know I would want a little piece of your ass for a show. You've wiggled it at me enough by this time to excite me."
Then, as he massaged at the tender softness of her breasts, he pulled her back against him until she felt the hardness of his erect penis grinding into the small of her back.
"Mr. Cortini," please stop she pleaded and yet already she realized that she wasn't resisting him as much as she could have done, already there were delicious sensations spreading from her tingling breasts, warming her belly and deep in her loins, a tiny flame of arousal seared her. She could hardly believe that it was happening to her, she was quite contented with her husband Randy even though he was away a little more on business than she cared for… still she had never dreamed of being unfaithful to him.
"Stop!" she shouted out now, jumping up from the couch and running to the door only to find that it had been locked.
Turning back to the gallery owner now she gasped in amazement as he pulled the couch out into a double bed and she shuddered as she realized that soon she would be on her back on it. Her eyes traveled to Al Cortini now as he began to strip off his clothes, revealing his stubby body and paunchy belly to her horrified gaze. Her eyes were drawn like a magnet to his monster cock-shaft, standing out at an acute angle from his loins. She could see the throbbing beat of his heart in it; below his testicles hung free in the sagging sac of his scrotum, but even as she watched, she saw the slow contractions as it was drawn up and became more wrinkled and tight, pulling his balls tip closer to his body. Julie knew that his penis was much too large, that it would never be able to fit into the petite opening of her vagina. God! she thought, he'll tear me apart. She remembered how painful it had been the first time that Randy had made love to her and his cock was nowhere near the size of Al Cortini's.
"Strip baby," she heard him growl. Julie made a snap decision there and then, she wanted a one woman show, she would do whatever it took to get one, even this lewd act. She unzipped her mini skirt and let it fall to the floor, then she pulled off her tight cotton knit top revealing her luscious white tits trembling before his lascivious gaze.
"Damn! You're a lovely piece!" Cortini told her, his jaw going slack and his lecherous eyes widening with salacious desire as he gaped at her, seeing the curvaceous shapeliness of her legs, her smoothly tapered thighs and her flimsy black panties. She had not been able to tear her eyes away from the hardened, thick length of his cock, and as she watched, she saw his hand grip it. With a lewd leer, he stroked his cock-shaft, withdrawing the loose and heavy foreskin, the blood-filled head seeming to slide out like some Primeval serpent monster wriggling out of its lair.
"Like it baby," he grinned lewdly. "Just wait till I shove it in that tight little cunt of yours. Then you'll know that you've really been fucked."
"No! No! No!" she screamed wildly thinking of a way to escape from his evil clutches.
"You're trapped baby and I'm going to fuck you." His mouth came down on hers savagely, his thick wet tongue bursting furiously between her lips to bore deep into her mouth probingly.
Julie struggled in the circle of his arms, still torn between the desire to escape and the desire to have her show. She felt his hands now tearing at her panties and she knew that her doom was sealed. She knew that she would have to take command of the situation soon otherwise he would rape her, she would rather give herself to him than allow herself to be brutally raped.
She felt herself being pulled back now onto the bed and she watched with frozen horror as he stroked the soft, inner sides of her thighs with deliberate and obvious enjoyment. Then, his hands were there on either side of her almost unused pussy. Placing a thumb on either side of her coral-pink cuntal slit, he slowly, torturously, drew the glistening lips apart to lay bare her most secret portal. Then, he lowered his head down between her fear-trembling thighs to see better.
"Damn it, you're tight baby," he groaned, "I can hardly wait to plunder that pussy of yours." With a grunt of sheer pleasure, Al Cortini dropped his bald head between her thighs, feeling her quiver like an aspen, uncontrollably, and his long, pink, pointed tongue shot moistly into that deliciously inviting hole, the tip of worming through the tight slit into the warm depths of her pussy.
Julie's body jerked convulsively and her buttocks ground down on the bed. "My God!" she screamed, "what are you doing to me?"
Julie began to sob now, it was one thing to allow this vile man to fuck her but now he was about to suck her pussy and she had never even allowed her husband Randy to do that, although he had wanted to do it many times. She felt his tongue pressing upward and she felt the full erotic effect of it as he began licking teasingly up and down the short, spikily turgid length of her clitoris. Despite herself, Julie was beginning to feel wonderfully ecstatic and delicious sensations whirling through her body, she hadn't wanted to give in to him but now she felt that she couldn't help it as instinctively her hips began to undulate in tiny circles up to his mouth. "Please? D-don't do that… to me!"
Al Cortini stopped and looked up at the tormented girl now, his lips glistening from the viscid moisture of her pussy, and as she stared at him, not understanding she saw him run his tongue over his lips savoring the flavor of her.
"Baby," he said, "I'd like to eat your cunt until you're climbing the walls… but I can't wait much longer!"
His muscular body moved up over her, and he lowered his lips to suck up a ruby nipple, his mouth opening to take the coned-out hardness of it completely inside his mouth, including the darker pink of its aureola and a generous portion of the soft, white flesh of her breast. She mewled softly now as the erotic sensations started to sear up her spine… I can't hold out, she groaned to herself, I've got to give in to him.
"Oh baby, you're ripe to fuck," he growled, "and I'm going to fuck the living hell out of you." He ground the shaft of his turgid cock against her, moving it up and down in her cuntal slit and making sure that her clitoris came in for its share of teasing arousal. His hand moved down now to grasp the thick length of his menacing penis; she whimpered, her breath catching in her throat as once more she gazed at the thickness and length of his turgid shaft. Her head rolled from side to side in agony now as the rubbery tip of his cock pushed hard against her tightly resisting hole. "Oooooooooohhhhhh! My Godddddddddd!"
"Aaaaaaggghhhhhh! Ooooooooooooooo!" she screamed as suddenly his massive cock-head slipped into her tiny, cuntal opening, and she felt the tissues stretched cruelly, excruciatingly.
She knew that everything was going to give way, rip apart and that she was going to be fucked like she had never been fucked before in her life.
Al Cortini was in ecstasy. Christ! She's tight! He loved to feel her tiny opening wrapped around his turgid cock-head.
Julie screamed futilely, writhing her hips recoilingly in an attempt to rid her tortured vagina of his huge, presence. Then, his heavy chest came down on her, his avid mouth capturing hers, his teeth chewing at her lips and tongue. She gasped with pain while below he began to pound his hard cock in and out of her with feral abandon, until she was sure she would go insane. On and on he pounded and Julie moaned in desperate anguish, suddenly she felt his hot white cum spurted into her as he dashed himself against her writhing body. "Aaaaaaghhhhhhhhh! Yessssss!!!!" he grimaced between gritted teeth as the full throes of his orgasm hit him. Julie was relieved, it was all over and as Al Cortini's now deflating prick pulled out of her she breathed a sigh of relief.
"Oh baby," he groaned, "you're something. Don't turn away I haven't finished with you yet." As he spoke he spread her tightly clenched thighs and staring lasciviously at her defenselessly exposed cuntal plane, he could see her coral-hued cuntal lips and the sparse blonde hair lining them. Then the gallery owner lowered his head until it was only an inch away from her brutally ravaged young pussy. He savored her moistly heated vagina and his hungry eyes devoured the delectable pink feast awaiting him.
"Now I can suck you baby."
"Oh No!" sobbed Julie, "please leave me alone now!" But even as the poor girl moaned in desperate anguish, the older man dropped his head relentlessly downward, and, with a loud moan of hunger, his hot mouth found her sensitive pussy flesh and began licking at it greedily. With a convulsive shudder, he buried his face deeper in her warmly performed flesh, flicking his tongue up and down the full length of her hair-lined slit.
Despite her determination to remain aloof from his merciless attack on her young body, the despairing young woman gasped with sudden passion as his prodding tongue lashed into the tiny bud of her clitoris. A shower of forbidden pleasure shot through her naked body like flashes of molten lightning. "Oh noooooo," she moaned frantically, "stop!" It was bad enough that he was forcing her to accept his unwanted advances, but she couldn't allow herself to enjoy it… that was too much! "Stop!" she cried again, desperately trying to push his burrowing head out of the vee of her wide-splayed thighs. She was almost sobbing with despair now as his invading tongue darted into her sensitive cuntal passage.
And then she thrashed like a fish on a hook as he nipped at the throbbing bud of her clitoris with his teeth, gently massaging it into full erection with the softness of his moistly heated lips. And then her quivering asscheeks were shamelessly pumping up and down as she thrust her wet, wide open cunt up against his face, suddenly wanting that ecstatically plunging tongue deeper up inside her fiery little pussy.
The older Gallery owner's eyes were slitted as he stared up into the lust-contorted face of this lovely young artist. He felt that he had never tongue-raped a sweeter pussy than hers. And the fact that he was finally turning her on made his thick throbbing cock grow harder and swell to even greater proportions.
Julie moaned with incoherent desire as she ground her hips wantonly up off the bed, writhing and breathing hard in mindless passion, unintelligible guttural sounds escaping her lust-constricted throat.
Oh, God, she moaned to herself. I never imagined anything could be this wonderful!
She arched her back upward forcing her hotly throbbing cunt up into his face as his tongue plunged deeper up into her welcoming vaginal furrow.
His mouth made wet slurping noises as he licked upward again through the tiny fleshy slit to a point where he was able to nip at her throbbing little clitoris with his teeth, and then, downward again to thrust his flickering tongue all the way up into her hotly clasping pussy, while Julie put the back of her hand to her lips to choke back a scream of rapture.
"Aaaaaaggghhhhhh…" she shrieked, and her tingling body shuddered into spasming jolts. Her entire voluptuous body writhed out of control now as she felt the blazing flashes of orgasm searing ecstatically through her pulsing cunt and spread like wildfire throughout her body.
Nothing in all her experience had prepared her for the terrifying pleasure she now felt coursing through her ravished loins and she opened her mouth and let out a long moaning wail. "Eeeeeeaaaaahhhhhh… oooooohhhhhh, God!" she groaned as her first orgasm of her entire life surged relentlessly through her tender flesh.
Later, after Al had given her body an entire massage, they had fucked again, this time more gently and Julie had come to realize that there was more to a man than his looks. Certainly she would never have gone for a man like Al Cortini and yet he was by far the best lover she had ever had. She hadn't intended for their relationship to continue either and yet it had, their constant meetings to discuss her show and Randy's constant absence from home had allowed their lovemaking to develop into a delightful affair. Finally, however she had eased off the relationship and she knew that Al had other ladies in his life, it had been a wonderful interlude after the first brutal session. She never had thought for one moment, however, that it would catch up with her present life, she was shocked.
Julie Moore came back from her reverie now and shook her head, she could hardly believe that Al had talked about her that way to Philip Randolph, she was hurt, she had always thought it was their little secret and she had never thought she would have to pay with her body for another show… how wrong she had been… how very wrong!